to-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing.
Yesterday I dreamt of her. SHe who had been long gone in my life. But the effect of it was, memories of her crept into me. she was my best friend, my laugh buddy, the only girl who contact me from primary school. Yesterday I dreamt about you. You who encounter an immature Mukris. The one who moves to fast. The one who put entire song lyrics into card. The one who eager wants you to be his girl friend. Why do we lost contact? My embarrasment for sure. I lost counts on how many times did I made a fool out of myself. Foolish me, Young and Bold.....
But the thing is... Experiences teach me alot. They teach me, guide me for the following relationship. Well now I'm happy with mine. My only heart and love. Giteww ayat mat Salleh Jiwang.
Love u all.
